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[thehypnone]

from january 4th, 03:00 a.m., coming soon (taglist open)

“Why do you hide? I mean, why do you keep living here like that?” 

“I was summoned for one purpose and failed. I have tried other ways to contribute to the cause, but I failed at every one, so now I’m just…irrelevant. And I live accordingly.”

“Nobody’s irrelevant,” Rain blurts out without hesitation. There is not a single doubt about the truthfulness of the statement in his mind.

Yet the other only scoffs. “There you have it. I’m nobody, ergo irrelevant.”

The heartache evident in his voice makes a pang of guilt bloom in Rain’s chest. He hangs his head and tries to keep himself from spitting out another argument—the older ghoul’s mind is very clearly made up.

“I don’t exist, Rain.”

“Are you a figment of my imagination, then?”

“Maybe.” He finally turns his head to look at the other again and…winks. At least Rain thinks he does; it might just be a flash of light against the darkness of the mask, “or maybe it’s all just a dream.”

The water ghoul chuckles, “Maybe.”

“What kind?” the other questions with a tilt of his head. “A good one or a nightmare?”

“Right now?” Rain sighs, leaning back and breathing in the fresh, half-winter, half-spring air. “It’s slightly bitter, but a really good one.”

“Hm. I wish we could stay here for longer, then.”

“We can, it’s not that cold yet,” Rain lies, clenching his jaw and focusing all his willpower on keeping his body still. The stupid vessel doesn’t listen.

“It shouldn’t be cold at all. Not if it were a good dream.”

oh and this:

this is for @sentientgolfball lol

[thehypnone]

hey I think you need to reword your authors notes on ao3 since many of them mention the work being a commission which is a direct breach of tos and could get you and ao3 in legal trouble

“[you agree not to use ao3] to conduct any commercial activity, whether for direct or indirect commercial advantage, including (without limitation) making available any advertising, spam, or other solicitation, or scraping Content in order to commercialize it;”

you could say the work was requested by someone instead of commissioned

thank you for the tip, i'll do that!

[thehypnone]

so. that was the last of the 200+ requests I've gotten and filled in the last 3 years. been fun

however, im still cooking one more big boy

so stay tuned ;)

[thehypnone]

if you’re taking requests, could we have some hEDs/POTS Dew please? a very frustrated boi :)

“FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!!!” can be heard around the ghoul den this peaceful—well, not anymore—evening, followed by a loud crashing sound.

Nobody panics, it’s not a rare occurrence. A few of them do head towards the noise, though, just to check if anyone requires medical attention.

“The hell’s going on here?” Swiss calls out, first at the crime scene. As he rounds the corner he sees Dewdrop sitting on the floor surrounded by…french fries.

“Dinner,” the fire ghoul supplies calmly; not the normal calm, that terrifying ticking bomb kind of calm. Swiss is quite literally speechless—not an easy thing to make him as Aether comes up behind him.

“What’s—Dew, why are you eating fries from the floor?” he asks and the question makes Dewdrop’s nostrils flare as he looks up at him.

“Well, maybe because I can’t even fucking take them out of the over like a normal person,” he growls before shoving another fry into his mouth.

“Did you get a burn?” Swiss asks before he realizes that–

“No, dumbass, I’m a fucking fire ghoul!?” Dewdrop scoffs.

“What’s the problem, then, what happened?” Aether asks, turning the other’s frustration up a notch yet again.

“The problem is that I’m built like a fucking spaghetti noodle and this is what happened,” he says as he raises his left arm and–

“Oh, yikes, Dew, that’s—” Swiss nearly gags at the fire ghoul’s hand all but hanging off of his wrist loosely.

“That’s a complete dislocation, Dew!” Aether yells, throwing his arms up.

“I’ve noticed,” Dewdrop chuckles.

“And you’re just…eating fries?” The quintessence ghoul sounds beyond disappointed. “Didn’t think to come to me to get it back into place?”

“Yeah, no, I was hungry, so…” another couple fries get devoured, “thought I’d catch you later.”

“Oh my dear lord Satan,” Aether sighs, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. Swiss, on the other hand, is laughing hysterically by now.

“You are–fucking crazy…you know that?”

“Yeah, I’ve been called that once or twice,” Dewdrop shrugs.

“Can you get up on your own? I’ll get you fixed up real quick and it’ll be like it never happened, you know it,” the quintessence ghoul all but begs.

“Eh, lemme finish my fries first.”

“I’m–I’m out. Nope, I’m out. You know where the infirmary is.” With that Aether turns on his heel and leaves. On his way he bumps into Mountain who also wanted to check in after all that noise.

“What happened?” he asks.

“Dew will be the fucking death of me, that’s what happened,” Aether sighs with a wave of his hand and carries on his tactical escape. Mountain furrows his brows in confusion and worry and heads on, oblivious to what awaits him in the kitchen.

By the very short time he gets there, Swiss is also sitting on the floor, next to Dewdrop. Mountain takes a silent moment to take in the image and decides not to even ask any questions.

Dewdrop has a question, though. “Want a fry?”

Swiss bursts out laughing once again.

[thehypnone]

if you’re taking requests, could we have some hEDs/POTS Dew please? a very frustrated boi :)

“FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!!!” can be heard around the ghoul den this peaceful—well, not anymore—evening, followed by a loud crashing sound.

Nobody panics, it’s not a rare occurrence. A few of them do head towards the noise, though, just to check if anyone requires medical attention.

“The hell’s going on here?” Swiss calls out, first at the crime scene. As he rounds the corner he sees Dewdrop sitting on the floor surrounded by…french fries.

“Dinner,” the fire ghoul supplies calmly; not the normal calm, that terrifying ticking bomb kind of calm. Swiss is quite literally speechless—not an easy thing to make him as Aether comes up behind him.

“What’s—Dew, why are you eating fries from the floor?” he asks and the question makes Dewdrop’s nostrils flare as he looks up at him.

“Well, maybe because I can’t even fucking take them out of the over like a normal person,” he growls before shoving another fry into his mouth.

“Did you get a burn?” Swiss asks before he realizes that–

“No, dumbass, I’m a fucking fire ghoul!?” Dewdrop scoffs.

“What’s the problem, then, what happened?” Aether asks, turning the other’s frustration up a notch yet again.

“The problem is that I’m built like a fucking spaghetti noodle and this is what happened,” he says as he raises his left arm and–

“Oh, yikes, Dew, that’s—” Swiss nearly gags at the fire ghoul’s hand all but hanging off of his wrist loosely.

“That’s a complete dislocation, Dew!” Aether yells, throwing his arms up.

“I’ve noticed,” Dewdrop chuckles.

“And you’re just…eating fries?” The quintessence ghoul sounds beyond disappointed. “Didn’t think to come to me to get it back into place?”

“Yeah, no, I was hungry, so…” another couple fries get devoured, “thought I’d catch you later.”

“Oh my dear lord Satan,” Aether sighs, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. Swiss, on the other hand, is laughing hysterically by now.

“You are–fucking crazy…you know that?”

“Yeah, I’ve been called that once or twice,” Dewdrop shrugs.

“Can you get up on your own? I’ll get you fixed up real quick and it’ll be like it never happened, you know it,” the quintessence ghoul all but begs.

“Eh, lemme finish my fries first.”

“I’m–I’m out. Nope, I’m out. You know where the infirmary is.” With that Aether turns on his heel and leaves. On his way he bumps into Mountain who also wanted to check in after all that noise.

“What happened?” he asks.

“Dew will be the fucking death of me, that’s what happened,” Aether sighs with a wave of his hand and carries on his tactical escape. Mountain furrows his brows in confusion and worry and heads on, oblivious to what awaits him in the kitchen.

By the very short time he gets there, Swiss is also sitting on the floor, next to Dewdrop. Mountain takes a silent moment to take in the image and decides not to even ask any questions.

Dewdrop has a question, though. “Want a fry?”

Swiss bursts out laughing once again.

[thehypnone]

if you’re taking requests, could we have some hEDs/POTS Dew please? a very frustrated boi :)

“FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!!!” can be heard around the ghoul den this peaceful—well, not anymore—evening, followed by a loud crashing sound.

Nobody panics, it’s not a rare occurrence. A few of them do head towards the noise, though, just to check if anyone requires medical attention.

“The hell’s going on here?” Swiss calls out, first at the crime scene. As he rounds the corner he sees Dewdrop sitting on the floor surrounded by…french fries.

“Dinner,” the fire ghoul supplies calmly; not the normal calm, that terrifying ticking bomb kind of calm. Swiss is quite literally speechless—not an easy thing to make him as Aether comes up behind him.

“What’s—Dew, why are you eating fries from the floor?” he asks and the question makes Dewdrop’s nostrils flare as he looks up at him.

“Well, maybe because I can’t even fucking take them out of the over like a normal person,” he growls before shoving another fry into his mouth.

“Did you get a burn?” Swiss asks before he realizes that–

“No, dumbass, I’m a fucking fire ghoul!?” Dewdrop scoffs.

“What’s the problem, then, what happened?” Aether asks, turning the other’s frustration up a notch yet again.

“The problem is that I’m built like a fucking spaghetti noodle and this is what happened,” he says as he raises his left arm and–

“Oh, yikes, Dew, that’s—” Swiss nearly gags at the fire ghoul’s hand all but hanging off of his wrist loosely.

“That’s a complete dislocation, Dew!” Aether yells, throwing his arms up.

“I’ve noticed,” Dewdrop chuckles.

“And you’re just…eating fries?” The quintessence ghoul sounds beyond disappointed. “Didn’t think to come to me to get it back into place?”

“Yeah, no, I was hungry, so…” another couple fries get devoured, “thought I’d catch you later.”

“Oh my dear lord Satan,” Aether sighs, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. Swiss, on the other hand, is laughing hysterically by now.

“You are–fucking crazy…you know that?”

“Yeah, I’ve been called that once or twice,” Dewdrop shrugs.

“Can you get up on your own? I’ll get you fixed up real quick and it’ll be like it never happened, you know it,” the quintessence ghoul all but begs.

“Eh, lemme finish my fries first.”

“I’m–I’m out. Nope, I’m out. You know where the infirmary is.” With that Aether turns on his heel and leaves. On his way he bumps into Mountain who also wanted to check in after all that noise.

“What happened?” he asks.

“Dew will be the fucking death of me, that’s what happened,” Aether sighs with a wave of his hand and carries on his tactical escape. Mountain furrows his brows in confusion and worry and heads on, oblivious to what awaits him in the kitchen.

By the very short time he gets there, Swiss is also sitting on the floor, next to Dewdrop. Mountain takes a silent moment to take in the image and decides not to even ask any questions.

Dewdrop has a question, though. “Want a fry?”

Swiss bursts out laughing once again.

[thehypnone]

if you’re taking requests, could we have some hEDs/POTS Dew please? a very frustrated boi :)

“FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!!!” can be heard around the ghoul den this peaceful—well, not anymore—evening, followed by a loud crashing sound.

Nobody panics, it’s not a rare occurrence. A few of them do head towards the noise, though, just to check if anyone requires medical attention.

“The hell’s going on here?” Swiss calls out, first at the crime scene. As he rounds the corner he sees Dewdrop sitting on the floor surrounded by…french fries.

“Dinner,” the fire ghoul supplies calmly; not the normal calm, that terrifying ticking bomb kind of calm. Swiss is quite literally speechless—not an easy thing to make him as Aether comes up behind him.

“What’s—Dew, why are you eating fries from the floor?” he asks and the question makes Dewdrop’s nostrils flare as he looks up at him.

“Well, maybe because I can’t even fucking take them out of the over like a normal person,” he growls before shoving another fry into his mouth.

“Did you get a burn?” Swiss asks before he realizes that–

“No, dumbass, I’m a fucking fire ghoul!?” Dewdrop scoffs.

“What’s the problem, then, what happened?” Aether asks, turning the other’s frustration up a notch yet again.

“The problem is that I’m built like a fucking spaghetti noodle and this is what happened,” he says as he raises his left arm and–

“Oh, yikes, Dew, that’s—” Swiss nearly gags at the fire ghoul’s hand all but hanging off of his wrist loosely.

“That’s a complete dislocation, Dew!” Aether yells, throwing his arms up.

“I’ve noticed,” Dewdrop chuckles.

“And you’re just…eating fries?” The quintessence ghoul sounds beyond disappointed. “Didn’t think to come to me to get it back into place?”

“Yeah, no, I was hungry, so…” another couple fries get devoured, “thought I’d catch you later.”

“Oh my dear lord Satan,” Aether sighs, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. Swiss, on the other hand, is laughing hysterically by now.

“You are–fucking crazy…you know that?”

“Yeah, I’ve been called that once or twice,” Dewdrop shrugs.

“Can you get up on your own? I’ll get you fixed up real quick and it’ll be like it never happened, you know it,” the quintessence ghoul all but begs.

“Eh, lemme finish my fries first.”

“I’m–I’m out. Nope, I’m out. You know where the infirmary is.” With that Aether turns on his heel and leaves. On his way he bumps into Mountain who also wanted to check in after all that noise.

“What happened?” he asks.

“Dew will be the fucking death of me, that’s what happened,” Aether sighs with a wave of his hand and carries on his tactical escape. Mountain furrows his brows in confusion and worry and heads on, oblivious to what awaits him in the kitchen.

By the very short time he gets there, Swiss is also sitting on the floor, next to Dewdrop. Mountain takes a silent moment to take in the image and decides not to even ask any questions.

Dewdrop has a question, though. “Want a fry?”

Swiss bursts out laughing once again.

[thehypnone]

hiii so you know how i make these masks?

yup, so i'm making more styles beside prequelle and going all for it business-wise and i just launched a website!!! check it out here :3

i also have an instagram dedicated to them

[thehypnone]

guys I am not taking any more requests, I'm sorry but please don't send them. it says so in my pinned (and has been for a while)

[thehypnone]

Hi Hypnone, I was reading through your disabled ghoul fics which I really enjoy and find a lot of comfort in. I was wondering, I recently got diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder (lupus to be exact) and I was wondering if you’d be willing to write one of the ghouls with lupus? Maybe during a flare? Whichever ghoul you’d like to write is fine by me! Tysm 🖤

Cirrus always knows when it’s coming; truly she feels it days before it really starts. She gets fatigued that much more easily and her joints start aching—those are the first signs.

When it really hits, she gets a fever so high her body temperature could rival that of a fire ghoul, with a migraine to top it. Her fatigue turns into chest pain and shortness of breath with every slightly ambitious movement. Her minor joint ache turns into awful pain and swelling. When it’s really bad, especially in the sunny months, she gets rashes that worsen with sun exposure.

The only people she can handle being around her at that time is her lovely mate; Cumulus is the only thing that can keep her sane. She has had enough practice to know how to make it not only bearable, but better.

As she wakes up to Cirrus’ skin being scorching hot—and her already awake because of the pain—she is ready to jump right into action.

“Morning, love,” Cumulus whispers into Cirrus’ ear before leaving a kiss on her cheek. “Can you tell me what you need?”

She has to take a moment to focus and process the question—the flare ups give her brain fog as well. “Something to drink…and maybe a bath?”

“We can do that,” the other smiles and pulls away. First thing she does before even throwing on some clothes is grab an ice pack from their mini fridge and put it on the back of Cirrus’ forehead. She hums in appreciation for some relief.

In the kitchen Cumulus comes across Mountain, which gives her an idea.

“Mounty, do you still have some of those anti-inflammatory bath salts?” she asks as she starts preparing Cirrus’ pain relieving tea—also made by Mountain.

“Yeah, of course, do you want me to bring you some? I’ve got them in our room.”

“That’d be lovely, thank you.” Cumulus smiles at the earth ghoul and watches him walk away to get the salts. His concoctions are brilliant and work much better on ghouls than human medicine does.

After around ten minutes Cumulus has the bath salts in her pocket and is heading back to their room with the tea in hand. She finds Cirrus in the exact same spot and the exact same position as she left her in; which is no surprise at all. 

“I’ve got your tea, love,” Cumulus announces and it makes the other open her eyes. 

“Mhm,” she hums in affirmation, “thank you.”

Cumulus sets her tea on the nightstand and helps Cirrus sit up just enough so that she can sip the tea. Once she drinks some of it she should get enough strength to get to the bathroom. And even if she didn’t—Cumulus could easily carry her there.

“Alright, drink your tea and I’ll draw you a bath,” she tells Cirrus once she’s semi-upright, “I got those nice salts from Mountain, it should get you feeling a bit better.”

She wants to smile at Cumulus’ words, but she flinches as soon as she tries as it causes a stabbing pain in her jaw. She hums again instead and takes a sip of the tea.

She’s more than halfway through the mug by the time Cumulus comes back out of the bathroom to get her and it is enough for her to get up and walk. Still, Cumulus stealthily keeps a hand behind her back to hold her up if need be. Once in the bathroom—which smells divine thanks to Mountain’s creations—Cirrus is helped into the bath.

“Oh, this is so nice,” she all but moans as she gets into the water. Its warmth is enough to relieve her a little.

“I’m glad,” Cumulus chuckles, “get comfy and I’ll wash your hair when you’re ready to get out.”

Cirrus looks up at her with nothing but adoration and gratitude in her eyes. “I love you, Lussy.”

“I love you, too, love,” the other replies with a smile.

[thehypnone]

Hi Hypnone, I was reading through your disabled ghoul fics which I really enjoy and find a lot of comfort in. I was wondering, I recently got diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder (lupus to be exact) and I was wondering if you’d be willing to write one of the ghouls with lupus? Maybe during a flare? Whichever ghoul you’d like to write is fine by me! Tysm 🖤

Cirrus always knows when it’s coming; truly she feels it days before it really starts. She gets fatigued that much more easily and her joints start aching—those are the first signs.

When it really hits, she gets a fever so high her body temperature could rival that of a fire ghoul, with a migraine to top it. Her fatigue turns into chest pain and shortness of breath with every slightly ambitious movement. Her minor joint ache turns into awful pain and swelling. When it’s really bad, especially in the sunny months, she gets rashes that worsen with sun exposure.

The only people she can handle being around her at that time is her lovely mate; Cumulus is the only thing that can keep her sane. She has had enough practice to know how to make it not only bearable, but better.

As she wakes up to Cirrus’ skin being scorching hot—and her already awake because of the pain—she is ready to jump right into action.

“Morning, love,” Cumulus whispers into Cirrus’ ear before leaving a kiss on her cheek. “Can you tell me what you need?”

She has to take a moment to focus and process the question—the flare ups give her brain fog as well. “Something to drink…and maybe a bath?”

“We can do that,” the other smiles and pulls away. First thing she does before even throwing on some clothes is grab an ice pack from their mini fridge and put it on the back of Cirrus’ forehead. She hums in appreciation for some relief.

In the kitchen Cumulus comes across Mountain, which gives her an idea.

“Mounty, do you still have some of those anti-inflammatory bath salts?” she asks as she starts preparing Cirrus’ pain relieving tea—also made by Mountain.

“Yeah, of course, do you want me to bring you some? I’ve got them in our room.”

“That’d be lovely, thank you.” Cumulus smiles at the earth ghoul and watches him walk away to get the salts. His concoctions are brilliant and work much better on ghouls than human medicine does.

After around ten minutes Cumulus has the bath salts in her pocket and is heading back to their room with the tea in hand. She finds Cirrus in the exact same spot and the exact same position as she left her in; which is no surprise at all. 

“I’ve got your tea, love,” Cumulus announces and it makes the other open her eyes. 

“Mhm,” she hums in affirmation, “thank you.”

Cumulus sets her tea on the nightstand and helps Cirrus sit up just enough so that she can sip the tea. Once she drinks some of it she should get enough strength to get to the bathroom. And even if she didn’t—Cumulus could easily carry her there.

“Alright, drink your tea and I’ll draw you a bath,” she tells Cirrus once she’s semi-upright, “I got those nice salts from Mountain, it should get you feeling a bit better.”

She wants to smile at Cumulus’ words, but she flinches as soon as she tries as it causes a stabbing pain in her jaw. She hums again instead and takes a sip of the tea.

She’s more than halfway through the mug by the time Cumulus comes back out of the bathroom to get her and it is enough for her to get up and walk. Still, Cumulus stealthily keeps a hand behind her back to hold her up if need be. Once in the bathroom—which smells divine thanks to Mountain’s creations—Cirrus is helped into the bath.

“Oh, this is so nice,” she all but moans as she gets into the water. Its warmth is enough to relieve her a little.

“I’m glad,” Cumulus chuckles, “get comfy and I’ll wash your hair when you’re ready to get out.”

Cirrus looks up at her with nothing but adoration and gratitude in her eyes. “I love you, Lussy.”

“I love you, too, love,” the other replies with a smile.

[thehypnone]

Hi Hypnone, I was reading through your disabled ghoul fics which I really enjoy and find a lot of comfort in. I was wondering, I recently got diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder (lupus to be exact) and I was wondering if you’d be willing to write one of the ghouls with lupus? Maybe during a flare? Whichever ghoul you’d like to write is fine by me! Tysm 🖤

Cirrus always knows when it’s coming; truly she feels it days before it really starts. She gets fatigued that much more easily and her joints start aching—those are the first signs.

When it really hits, she gets a fever so high her body temperature could rival that of a fire ghoul, with a migraine to top it. Her fatigue turns into chest pain and shortness of breath with every slightly ambitious movement. Her minor joint ache turns into awful pain and swelling. When it’s really bad, especially in the sunny months, she gets rashes that worsen with sun exposure.

The only people she can handle being around her at that time is her lovely mate; Cumulus is the only thing that can keep her sane. She has had enough practice to know how to make it not only bearable, but better.

As she wakes up to Cirrus’ skin being scorching hot—and her already awake because of the pain—she is ready to jump right into action.

“Morning, love,” Cumulus whispers into Cirrus’ ear before leaving a kiss on her cheek. “Can you tell me what you need?”

She has to take a moment to focus and process the question—the flare ups give her brain fog as well. “Something to drink…and maybe a bath?”

“We can do that,” the other smiles and pulls away. First thing she does before even throwing on some clothes is grab an ice pack from their mini fridge and put it on the back of Cirrus’ forehead. She hums in appreciation for some relief.

In the kitchen Cumulus comes across Mountain, which gives her an idea.

“Mounty, do you still have some of those anti-inflammatory bath salts?” she asks as she starts preparing Cirrus’ pain relieving tea—also made by Mountain.

“Yeah, of course, do you want me to bring you some? I’ve got them in our room.”

“That’d be lovely, thank you.” Cumulus smiles at the earth ghoul and watches him walk away to get the salts. His concoctions are brilliant and work much better on ghouls than human medicine does.

After around ten minutes Cumulus has the bath salts in her pocket and is heading back to their room with the tea in hand. She finds Cirrus in the exact same spot and the exact same position as she left her in; which is no surprise at all. 

“I’ve got your tea, love,” Cumulus announces and it makes the other open her eyes. 

“Mhm,” she hums in affirmation, “thank you.”

Cumulus sets her tea on the nightstand and helps Cirrus sit up just enough so that she can sip the tea. Once she drinks some of it she should get enough strength to get to the bathroom. And even if she didn’t—Cumulus could easily carry her there.

“Alright, drink your tea and I’ll draw you a bath,” she tells Cirrus once she’s semi-upright, “I got those nice salts from Mountain, it should get you feeling a bit better.”

She wants to smile at Cumulus’ words, but she flinches as soon as she tries as it causes a stabbing pain in her jaw. She hums again instead and takes a sip of the tea.

She’s more than halfway through the mug by the time Cumulus comes back out of the bathroom to get her and it is enough for her to get up and walk. Still, Cumulus stealthily keeps a hand behind her back to hold her up if need be. Once in the bathroom—which smells divine thanks to Mountain’s creations—Cirrus is helped into the bath.

“Oh, this is so nice,” she all but moans as she gets into the water. Its warmth is enough to relieve her a little.

“I’m glad,” Cumulus chuckles, “get comfy and I’ll wash your hair when you’re ready to get out.”

Cirrus looks up at her with nothing but adoration and gratitude in her eyes. “I love you, Lussy.”

“I love you, too, love,” the other replies with a smile.

[thehypnone]

Hi Hypnone, I was reading through your disabled ghoul fics which I really enjoy and find a lot of comfort in. I was wondering, I recently got diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder (lupus to be exact) and I was wondering if you’d be willing to write one of the ghouls with lupus? Maybe during a flare? Whichever ghoul you’d like to write is fine by me! Tysm 🖤

Cirrus always knows when it’s coming; truly she feels it days before it really starts. She gets fatigued that much more easily and her joints start aching—those are the first signs.

When it really hits, she gets a fever so high her body temperature could rival that of a fire ghoul, with a migraine to top it. Her fatigue turns into chest pain and shortness of breath with every slightly ambitious movement. Her minor joint ache turns into awful pain and swelling. When it’s really bad, especially in the sunny months, she gets rashes that worsen with sun exposure.

The only people she can handle being around her at that time is her lovely mate; Cumulus is the only thing that can keep her sane. She has had enough practice to know how to make it not only bearable, but better.

As she wakes up to Cirrus’ skin being scorching hot—and her already awake because of the pain—she is ready to jump right into action.

“Morning, love,” Cumulus whispers into Cirrus’ ear before leaving a kiss on her cheek. “Can you tell me what you need?”

She has to take a moment to focus and process the question—the flare ups give her brain fog as well. “Something to drink…and maybe a bath?”

“We can do that,” the other smiles and pulls away. First thing she does before even throwing on some clothes is grab an ice pack from their mini fridge and put it on the back of Cirrus’ forehead. She hums in appreciation for some relief.

In the kitchen Cumulus comes across Mountain, which gives her an idea.

“Mounty, do you still have some of those anti-inflammatory bath salts?” she asks as she starts preparing Cirrus’ pain relieving tea—also made by Mountain.

“Yeah, of course, do you want me to bring you some? I’ve got them in our room.”

“That’d be lovely, thank you.” Cumulus smiles at the earth ghoul and watches him walk away to get the salts. His concoctions are brilliant and work much better on ghouls than human medicine does.

After around ten minutes Cumulus has the bath salts in her pocket and is heading back to their room with the tea in hand. She finds Cirrus in the exact same spot and the exact same position as she left her in; which is no surprise at all. 

“I’ve got your tea, love,” Cumulus announces and it makes the other open her eyes. 

“Mhm,” she hums in affirmation, “thank you.”

Cumulus sets her tea on the nightstand and helps Cirrus sit up just enough so that she can sip the tea. Once she drinks some of it she should get enough strength to get to the bathroom. And even if she didn’t—Cumulus could easily carry her there.

“Alright, drink your tea and I’ll draw you a bath,” she tells Cirrus once she’s semi-upright, “I got those nice salts from Mountain, it should get you feeling a bit better.”

She wants to smile at Cumulus’ words, but she flinches as soon as she tries as it causes a stabbing pain in her jaw. She hums again instead and takes a sip of the tea.

She’s more than halfway through the mug by the time Cumulus comes back out of the bathroom to get her and it is enough for her to get up and walk. Still, Cumulus stealthily keeps a hand behind her back to hold her up if need be. Once in the bathroom—which smells divine thanks to Mountain’s creations—Cirrus is helped into the bath.

“Oh, this is so nice,” she all but moans as she gets into the water. Its warmth is enough to relieve her a little.

“I’m glad,” Cumulus chuckles, “get comfy and I’ll wash your hair when you’re ready to get out.”

Cirrus looks up at her with nothing but adoration and gratitude in her eyes. “I love you, Lussy.”

“I love you, too, love,” the other replies with a smile.

[thehypnone]

ok gear talk(ish) question for you

i saw this picture on pinterest and i cannot for the life of me figure out which ghoul this is because i have never seen this guitar before

(for reference the pin was labeled as delta but i dont know if its right because i've only ever seen him with the one black guitar)

thank you king 🫶

the guitar's a gibson firebird. it's delta 100% tho I didn't know he ever played this one either

[thehypnone]

If you're still entertaining sexy ficlet prompts/requests, a thought...

The Cirice guitar battle has evolved: in the beginning it was practically a kind of courting ritual when Aether and Dew were still getting to know each other. Now, it's an advanced form of foreplay.

(mwah! 🫶)

It’s a ceremony.

Every single time, whether in the practice room at home or in front of thousands of people all around the world; they don’t matter to them at that moment, it’s still as intimate as if they were entirely alone.

Comically so, but it is.

Despite the distance of the stage, they stare at each other at all times as their fingers work over the fretboards of their guitars—having both yearning for each other’s hands to be all over them, instead.

Oh, and how the time stretches after that…

Every song remaining on the setlist feeling like an eternity of its own as heat stirs in their bellies, desire making them unfocused on everything but the other; continuing the show purely on muscle memory.

But then it is finally over.

The moment Aether’s foot lands backstage, he gets grabbed by his suspenders and gets dragged to the first available dressing room. Not that he’s in less rush than Dewdrop, but it’s the fire ghoul that lacks patience.

The door slams behind them and the lock gets flipped and Aether is fumbling with his zipper and so is Dewdrop and then they’re on each other on the couch and the quintessence ghoul’s face paint is getting smeared all over the other’s—it’s all merely a flash.

“Fuck me,” he pants, “right now, Aether.”

The bigger ghoul grunts and his hips buck up as Dewdrop grinds down onto him to get his point across. He snakes his hand under himself and pulls Aether’s cock out; well past semi-hard by now.

The quintessence ghoul feels like he’s about to pass out when Dewdrop’s hot and sweaty hand glides over his length slowly, teasingly.

“Okay, c’mon, get on me,” he all but begs. “C’mon, firefly.”

With a tiny quiet moan the smaller ghoul lets go and stands up to chuck his pants off completely. They’re so tight and sticking to him with sweat that it’s not as easy as it should be and Dewdrop gets close to ripping them with his claws. Wouldn’t be the first time.

But they do come off the proper way and are flown across the dressing room as the fire ghoul jumps Aether again. Dewdrop grabs his cock and sinks down onto it with no preamble, making both of them groan as they finally get what they’ve been waiting for the entire show.

They pause, losing all urgency for just a moment as they kiss slowly and gently and embrace the feeling of having each other as close as possible.

“I love you,” Aether mumbles.

“I love you, too,” Dewdrop whispers in reply.

And then the fire ghoul nicks Aether’s bottom lip with his fang and all the desperation is back. Dewdrop moves his hands to the other’s broad shoulders and digs his fingers in as he raises his hips and starts bouncing on Aether’s cock as if both their lives depend on it.

They just might.

Yes, it’s much more than a simple, accidentally developed habit.

[thehypnone]

If you're still entertaining sexy ficlet prompts/requests, a thought...

The Cirice guitar battle has evolved: in the beginning it was practically a kind of courting ritual when Aether and Dew were still getting to know each other. Now, it's an advanced form of foreplay.

(mwah! 🫶)

It’s a ceremony.

Every single time, whether in the practice room at home or in front of thousands of people all around the world; they don’t matter to them at that moment, it’s still as intimate as if they were entirely alone.

Comically so, but it is.

Despite the distance of the stage, they stare at each other at all times as their fingers work over the fretboards of their guitars—having both yearning for each other’s hands to be all over them, instead.

Oh, and how the time stretches after that…

Every song remaining on the setlist feeling like an eternity of its own as heat stirs in their bellies, desire making them unfocused on everything but the other; continuing the show purely on muscle memory.

But then it is finally over.

The moment Aether’s foot lands backstage, he gets grabbed by his suspenders and gets dragged to the first available dressing room. Not that he’s in less rush than Dewdrop, but it’s the fire ghoul that lacks patience.

The door slams behind them and the lock gets flipped and Aether is fumbling with his zipper and so is Dewdrop and then they’re on each other on the couch and the quintessence ghoul’s face paint is getting smeared all over the other’s—it’s all merely a flash.

“Fuck me,” he pants, “right now, Aether.”

The bigger ghoul grunts and his hips buck up as Dewdrop grinds down onto him to get his point across. He snakes his hand under himself and pulls Aether’s cock out; well past semi-hard by now.

The quintessence ghoul feels like he’s about to pass out when Dewdrop’s hot and sweaty hand glides over his length slowly, teasingly.

“Okay, c’mon, get on me,” he all but begs. “C’mon, firefly.”

With a tiny quiet moan the smaller ghoul lets go and stands up to chuck his pants off completely. They’re so tight and sticking to him with sweat that it’s not as easy as it should be and Dewdrop gets close to ripping them with his claws. Wouldn’t be the first time.

But they do come off the proper way and are flown across the dressing room as the fire ghoul jumps Aether again. Dewdrop grabs his cock and sinks down onto it with no preamble, making both of them groan as they finally get what they’ve been waiting for the entire show.

They pause, losing all urgency for just a moment as they kiss slowly and gently and embrace the feeling of having each other as close as possible.

“I love you,” Aether mumbles.

“I love you, too,” Dewdrop whispers in reply.

And then the fire ghoul nicks Aether’s bottom lip with his fang and all the desperation is back. Dewdrop moves his hands to the other’s broad shoulders and digs his fingers in as he raises his hips and starts bouncing on Aether’s cock as if both their lives depend on it.

They just might.

Yes, it’s much more than a simple, accidentally developed habit.

[thehypnone]

If you're still entertaining sexy ficlet prompts/requests, a thought...

The Cirice guitar battle has evolved: in the beginning it was practically a kind of courting ritual when Aether and Dew were still getting to know each other. Now, it's an advanced form of foreplay.

(mwah! 🫶)

It’s a ceremony.

Every single time, whether in the practice room at home or in front of thousands of people all around the world; they don’t matter to them at that moment, it’s still as intimate as if they were entirely alone.

Comically so, but it is.

Despite the distance of the stage, they stare at each other at all times as their fingers work over the fretboards of their guitars—having both yearning for each other’s hands to be all over them, instead.

Oh, and how the time stretches after that…

Every song remaining on the setlist feeling like an eternity of its own as heat stirs in their bellies, desire making them unfocused on everything but the other; continuing the show purely on muscle memory.

But then it is finally over.

The moment Aether’s foot lands backstage, he gets grabbed by his suspenders and gets dragged to the first available dressing room. Not that he’s in less rush than Dewdrop, but it’s the fire ghoul that lacks patience.

The door slams behind them and the lock gets flipped and Aether is fumbling with his zipper and so is Dewdrop and then they’re on each other on the couch and the quintessence ghoul’s face paint is getting smeared all over the other’s—it’s all merely a flash.

“Fuck me,” he pants, “right now, Aether.”

The bigger ghoul grunts and his hips buck up as Dewdrop grinds down onto him to get his point across. He snakes his hand under himself and pulls Aether’s cock out; well past semi-hard by now.

The quintessence ghoul feels like he’s about to pass out when Dewdrop’s hot and sweaty hand glides over his length slowly, teasingly.

“Okay, c’mon, get on me,” he all but begs. “C’mon, firefly.”

With a tiny quiet moan the smaller ghoul lets go and stands up to chuck his pants off completely. They’re so tight and sticking to him with sweat that it’s not as easy as it should be and Dewdrop gets close to ripping them with his claws. Wouldn’t be the first time.

But they do come off the proper way and are flown across the dressing room as the fire ghoul jumps Aether again. Dewdrop grabs his cock and sinks down onto it with no preamble, making both of them groan as they finally get what they’ve been waiting for the entire show.

They pause, losing all urgency for just a moment as they kiss slowly and gently and embrace the feeling of having each other as close as possible.

“I love you,” Aether mumbles.

“I love you, too,” Dewdrop whispers in reply.

And then the fire ghoul nicks Aether’s bottom lip with his fang and all the desperation is back. Dewdrop moves his hands to the other’s broad shoulders and digs his fingers in as he raises his hips and starts bouncing on Aether’s cock as if both their lives depend on it.

They just might.

Yes, it’s much more than a simple, accidentally developed habit.